Monday, July 28, 2008

Really?

Another episode of L.D.L. girl...

Give me a break. Seriously.

One of my best friends is a church-going conservative and we get along fabulously.

What in the world is wrong with my co-workers... My freaking god.

I made the mistake of mentioning that I loved the movie Juno (along with Little Miss Sunshine) and sudden I'm schooled in how evil Hollywood is.

Juno apparently glorifies teen pregnancy, infidelity, and single moms...?

Maybe I just need to keep my mouth shut.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

The Adventures of...

Liberal Dog-Loving Girl stuck in Conservative Cat Hell

or Week 2 of Karen's employment

Why Karen doesn't fit in at her new job:
  1. I adore dogs and have a tendency to think cats are really satan's spawn sent here to do his bidding.
  2. I'm liberal and don't go to church.
  3. I hated The Dark Knight but couldn't shut up about my excitement for the X-Files.
  4. I don't say things like "gosh, darn, heck, and potty". Comparatively I swear like a mother f-ing sailor.
  5. I don't have a myspace page.
  6. I shop at Whole Foods and I'm a vegetarian... that apparently makes me a hippie and they say that like it's a dirty word.
  7. I'm not on a diet.
Don't get me wrong though, I don't hate it. I'm just frustrated. Most of the time when left to my own devices I have no idea what to do. I try to look busy/important but that is more tiring then if I actually had something to do. I've seen some really interesting procedures and have been exposed to some really fascinating things... but so far there's just something missing. I'm hoping in time things become more clear and I don't feel so... antsy. One day in particular I was about to crawl out of my skin I was so bored because there was nothing for me to do. Most people would love to be paid for doing nothing but... I don't know.

In other non-job related news:

The great Netflix war of '08 has been resolved. Thank god for separate profiles.

I just discovered Pandora radio. Are you freaking kidding me? Fantastic!

My brother-in-law took in some strays a little while back. He's having a problem getting a rescue group to take them... Anyone know someone who wants a cute freaking dog... or two?

Anywho stay tuned for the next installment of L.D.L girl... lol

Sunday, July 20, 2008

I'd be a great rich man's wife...

or

Why Karen dislikes working.

Day 1: Nobody knows what to do with me. I follow tech girl S around all day looking like a lost puppy. When left alone with no instructions I try to look busy and important even though everyone knows better. By the end of the day my feet hurt and I feel like quitting.

Day 2: Tech girl S is off work so for the first 10-15 minutes I just stand around hoping someone will notice I'm alive and put me to work. Finally tech girl JG is asked to take me under her wing. Apparently she's the girl I will ultimately be replacing. Eventually tech girl JG has to go work up front so I start following around tech girl J. Lost puppy sensation overwhelming. End of day 2 and my feet hurt worse then before and I'm really annoyed. Urge to quit nearly overwhelming.

Day 3: Better. Sorta. Tech girl J I guess finally figures out she's going to have to train me herself. Apparently they all forgot I worked in a vet clinic previously and for a long time I'm treated like I don't know how to do anything. Eventually tech girl J realizes that I am capable and starts having me do more. Still feel annoyed that I don't know what to do with myself when nobody is around. Urge to quit subsides, a little.

Day 4: I get to do stuff. They realize that I am smart and capable if they would just tell me what to do. Everyone keeps saying that I'm "catching on sooo fast", I think to myself "It's not f-ing rocket science". Feel a little less useless but panic because I wonder if maybe I'm not so smart after all. Leave feeling undecided about future there but happy I made it through my first week without any injuries.

So there you have it. I work in a cats-only vet hosptial now. The people are a little too obsessed with cats for my taste. (aka I feel like an outsider when I try to share a "my dog" story) But I suppose they are nice. I don't like my schedule. I don't really like the drive. And I most definitely don't like all the cat hair in my eyes. But it's a job. It's money that I can stash away in savings. I just have absolutely no plans to stay there indefinitely.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

A filler blog

Karen is tired and cranky.

She had a nice birthday, who cares if it was rather uninteresting.

She is refraining from passing judgment on the new job until the weekend. So she can attempt to be fair, upon further reflection.

And because she was tagged by her S.I.L here is some random blog cheeze to occupy you in the meantime.

6 Quirky things about me

1. I become terrified if I can't see the bathroom door the entire time I'm blow drying my hair because I'm convinced the second I look away a mad man will come to kill me.

2. I think dill pickles and movie theater nacho cheese are the perfect combination. (Husband nearly threw up when I told him about my secret love)

3. When I narrate my life story I like to imagine I'm Bridget Jones.

4. I'm terrified of crickets.

5. I like making Excel spreadsheets. Bizarre I know!

6. One of my favorite movies ever is Billy Madison.

And there you have it. And yes, I refuse to tag anyone. Deal.

Monday, July 14, 2008

I've come to realize... (birthday edition)

Because all the cool kids are doing it...

1. I've come to realize that my legs...
...will always be knobby and chicken-esque.

2. I've come to realize that my job...
...will be a learning experience.

3. I've come to realize that when I'm driving...
...I narrate my life story, a lot.

4. I've come to realize that I need...
...new pots and pans, gross.

5. I've come to realize that I have lost...
...my mind?

6. I've come to realize that I hate it when...
...promises are broken.

7. I've come to realize that if I'm drunk...
...then Houston we have a problem.

8. I've come to realize that money...
...can buy you nice things but can't make you a nice person.

9. I've come to realize that certain people...
...will never change.

10. I've come to realize that I'll always be...
...happy if I can focus on the right things.

11. I've come to realize that I have a crush on...
...Husband.

12. I've come to realize that my mom...
...will always see me as her little girl.

13. I've come to realize that my cell phone is...
...a piece of junk that I probably can't live without.

14. I've come to realize that when I woke up this morning...
...I didn't want to get out of bed.

15. I've come to realize that last night before i went to sleep...
...I was dreading today.

16. I've come to realize that right now I am thinking about...
...doing whatever I please because it's *my* birthday.

17. I've come to realize that my dad...
...will always mystify me.

18. I've come to realize that when I get on Myspace...
...I deleted my account months ago.

19. I've come to realize that today ...
...I'm 26, not 25 and it doesn't make much different.

20. I've come to realize that tonight...
...will be no different then any other night and I'm happy about that.

21. I've come to realize that tomorrow...
...I will still be me, for better of worse.

22. I've come to realize that I really want to....
...just enjoy my life.

23. I've come to realize that the person who is most likely to repost this....
...
is my evil alter-ego

Saturday, July 12, 2008

My Type?

Out of curiosity I added an application on Facebook called My Type. It's supposed to be based on the Briggs/Meyers test. I have a soft-spot for personality tests. I can't help myself. It's almost like an addiction. I figure since it's close to my birthday I'd post the results as a sort of self-reflection. I will say it was accurate.

ISFP
The Peacemaker
Introverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving

ISFPs are gentle and compassionate, open and flexible. They are considerate of others and do not force their views and opinions on them. They often focus on meeting others' needs, especially those who are less fortunate. Having a quiet, modest, self-effacing style, ISFPs avoid disagreements and seek harmony with people as well as with nature. They enjoy life's precious moments and often add a touch of beauty to the environments where they spend their time. They are at their best ensuing others' well-being.

Living
ISFP children are pleasant, quiet, and kind. Their talents may be easy to overlook because they shun the spotlight and do not have a strong need to demonstrate their strengths to others. They may be particularly drawn to people, animals, and plants who need the gentle care that ISFPs provide.

ISFP children generally relate well to others and tend to have friends because they are easy to like. They are interested in others' feelings and notice particularly when disharmony exists. It is quite difficult for ISFPs to see their friends in conflict with one another. When this occurs, they will try to help ease the disagreements by playing the role of peacemaker.

ISFP children notice and attend to the delights of the senses. Often they will make special gifts for people whom they particularly like. These gifts are usually unique and original, with much attention paid to color, line, texture, and form. They are often very conscious of the internal sensations in their bodies. They tend to be aware of what their body will and will not do.

As teenagers, ISFPs may blend into the woodwork because they are quiet and unassuming. They are oriented toward deeply felt personal values, and they may find themselves on the outside of social groups if the groups do not share the same values.

In adult life, ISFPs work quietly, often behind the scenes, helping individuals meet their goals and dreams. They like a life of action and interaction, and often choose careers that allow them to exercise their ability to see the needs of the moment and respond quickly. They have little desire to impress others or to impose their will. However, they can be gently and persistently persuasive if they believe some action is in another's best interest.

ISFPs enjoy their friends and their families, and spend time nurturing their relationships. They bring an air of spontaneity and easy acceptance to all they meet and are rarely quickly judgmental. Only when people do something grossly out of line will the anger of ISFPs surface. They will then stand firmly against the infraction to support the victim.

Learning and Working
ISFPs learn best through hands-on experience. They may not be as interested in traditional academic subjects as some other types. They prefer application and practicality rather than studying the theoretical and only potentially useful. Making drawings, constructing miniature models, or using other direct representations to master the subject matter are appealing activities for them. They dislike structure and institutional settings that take away their spontaneity and freedom. They want their learning to be relevant to what is going on in their world. They have less patience with conceptual and abstract learning.

ISFPs enjoy learning subjects that relate to helping and knowing about people. They may be easily overlooked in the classroom unless the teacher has recognized their special ways of learning and their unique contributions. Encouragement helps draw out ISFPs.

At work, ISFPs contribute by attending to the practical facts relating to the needs of people and all living things in their environments. Because they pay attention to the humanistic aspects of the organization, they act in ways that ensure others' well-being. People enjoy ISFPs because they bring understanding yet adaptability to the realities of their work.
ISFPs enjoy occupations that allow them to be flexible and adaptable and to meet the here-and-now needs of others. They enjoy responding to the moment and choose work where they can offer practical, specific help in times of difficulty.

Some occupations are more appealing to ISFPs: Bookkeeper, carpenter, personal service worker, clerical supervisor and secretary, dental and medical staffers, food service worker, nurse, mechanic, physical therapist, X-ray technician, and other occupations that allow them to provide gentle help to all living things.

Loving
For the ISFP, love means devotion, loyalty, care, humor, and consideration for the needs and wants of the loved one. When ISFPs first fall in love, they may feel consumed by it. They may become naive and focus entirely on the romance of it - 'falling in love with love.' Future worries are cast aside in favor of the present realities. ISFPs may ignore all else in order to experience their love life most fully. Doing this can leave them vulnerable to the whims of others.

Because being loved and cared for is important to ISFPs, they make sure that relationships are nourished so that they can continue to grow. When They are in love, they find a multitude of ways to show their affection and their appreciation for the other person. Often ISFPs will go so far as to rearrange their careers, start or stop working, move geographically, or make other changes to maintain their relationships.

The friends, family members, and even pets of the ISFPs' partners become important to them as well. ISFPs take it upon themselves to make their environments places where there is the potential to have a harmonious existence for all.

In their desire to please others, some ISFPs may not be confident enough to speak up for themselves about what they need. If the relationship turns sour, the ISFP may believe that it was caused by something that they personally did. They may assume more of the blame than is necessary. When they are scorned, they may retreat and repeatedly analyze the situation internally. When they do face reality and finally let go, they can become more assertive and self-directed in the resumption of their lives.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Why I love my friends..

When the weather vaguely turns warm outside I shun shoes for flip flops. Specifically Old Navy flip flops. They are cheap and don't have a bunch of stupid frills. Simple and comfortable. Or at least that's how they used to be. This year Old Navy changed their flip flops. I was really ticked off. After I ranted I was just sad. Then my friend N comes by yesterday for a visit.

She proudly hands over a pair of black, size 8 Old Navy flip flops from last season. Apparently she searched all over ebay and finally found a brand new pair for sale. Yippie! Now I plan to stash them in the back of my closet for safe keeping.

But Old Navy...? I'm still mad at you.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

I've had enough...

I don't deal with stress very well. I really don't deal well with drama. I have a tendency to either shut down completely or go into hyper-controlling micro-managing mode. This time it was the later. The breaking point this time would be Husband's family.

Dealing with them makes me miss my family. My family is for the most part laid-back. They don't harass me about my life, they don't butt in, and we are honest about our feelings to fault (i.e. someone is usually mad/upset at someone else because of a perceived injustice lol). I've tried very hard over the years to be friendly, forgiving and kind (to a fault) with his family. Sometimes though I just can't deal with them. One of his sisters is apparently going to be married in the next few months. We had dinner with his family to meet her fiance. He quite honestly looks like he crawled out from under the trailer... you know the kind of guy who would beat his wife. It wasn't a pleasant evening.

They made his youngest brother take their semi-paralyzed doxie because they are getting new carpets. They told him that if he didn't take the dog they would put him to sleep. I hate seeing his brother cry. I wanted to punch them for that.

I hate that I can't say anything to anyone in his family without it causing drama. It's not their business to call people when it doesn't concern them. If I want to deal with something I will, I do not need their help.

Husband's mother will ask everyone but me want she should make for dinner so that I'll have something to eat. I understand that I seem to be the only vegetarian she has ever met but since she's known me for over 5 years you would think she would kinda figure it out. I wouldn't mind if she called to ask. I don't try to be a burden, I eat what they have, I don't know why it has to be such a big deal.

I've just had my fill of crazy for the time being.

I'm supposed to be going back for a "working" 2nd interview with the company I mentioned in the previous blog. I just don't know what to make of the people. I'm not sure if I'm the only one they asked back or if I am... if it's a good thing. The lady was so vague on the phone saying everything from "we think you'd fit in so perfectly" to "we just need to know if you're really going to like it" or "we need to measure your skill level." Talk about mixed signals. So I suppose I'll go for a few hours Thursday and just play it by ear.

My dog, "itchy-butt", really isn't doing well. I've been told before that she's simply allergic to fleas and that's why she scratches/bites/tears at herself. The problem is I feel like we've tried everything to help her. I've used every topical flea treatment I can get my hands on (Advantage, Advantix, Frontline, Adams, etc...) I bathe her with medicated shampoo, we even got the seed granduals to try and treat the yard with... It's just feels like nothing works. She has virtually no hair on her butt/tail region anymore and has scrabs/sores all over the place. I have no idea what to do. It makes me feel like a terrible owner. meh.

I can't wait till Netflix offers the profiles again (not like I've used them but I've heard they help keep the peace). I thought Husband and I could agree on almost anything but there's a small precentage of movies that we nearly go to war over. lol

If I ever have to deal with transferring car titles again... it will be too soon. City workers can be so damned mean. But on the bright side my new driver's license turned out really nice.

I'm just tired and stressed out. Need vacation.
(and if you actually made it through this entire rant... I'll buy you a cookie)

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Childhood loves...

The last couple of days I've been watching Seaquest DSV on Netflix. I remember loving this show when I was younger. Particularly Jonathan Brandis and the talking dolphin Darwin. It made me nostaligic so out of curiousity I goggled Mr. Brandis to see what in the world happened to him... apparently he died 5 years ago. I had no idea.

I remember hearing not to long ago about Brad Renfro's death.

So I started stalking other former childhood loves of mine just to make sure I didn't miss out on any of their deaths. So far Devon Sawa appears to still be alive. As is Macaulay Culkin, I'm really shocked by that one quite frankly.

It's tragic how many of these stories play out. Too much fame too fast I suppose. Although I imagine it'll be a few days before I can watch anymore Seaquest.